Sometimes All I Think About is You

Chapter 1

On cool summer nights when the breeze was loud enough to mask any creaking of Eddie's old house, or while it was ferociously raining, Richie would sneak out in his blue pickup to see Eddie.

     Eddie's room was on the second floor, specifically to prevent Eddie from sneaking people into his room. But against his mothers dismay in the winter Richie came over nearly every night. Whether it was to do homework, listen to soft music through headphones, or even just sit in silence while listening to the rain, Richie was always there.

     It was one of those stormy nights that left the streets of Derry in an apocalyptic state, and honestly, Eddie didn't think Richie would actually show up. But as he began to drift off, he heard the familiar click of his window being opened.

     Eddie smiled to himself and sleepily turned to face the window, where a soaking wet Richard Tozier had just stumbled in.

     Richie's beautiful dark curls clung to his damp forehead, and his clothes pooled around his limbs, sopping water all over Eddie's floor. But Eddie was just glad Richie had come tonight. After another long hard fight with his mother, he would give the world to feel Richie in his arms there to comfort him.

     Richie glanced around the room and finally set his sights on Eddie, who was getting Richie some of the spare clothes he kept for him. 

     "Hey Eddie baby," Richie had a soft smile on his face. Eddie glanced up with his dark doe eyes and was caught off guard when he noticed the blood streaming out of Richie's nose.

     "Rich! What the fuck happened?" Eddie tenderly cupped Richie's cheeks with his delicate hands. The worry was written across his face, and his eyebrows came together in concern. Eddie carefully moved Richie's head from side to side, scanning the tan skin for any cuts and bruises. Needless to say, there were a lot.

     "I got into a fight," Richie said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

     "God fucking damn it Rich, put these clothes on and let me get the first aid kit," Eddie shoved the pile of clothes he had retrieved into Richie's arms, and pushed open his door; careful to be as quiet as possible while Sonia slept.

     As Eddie rummaged around the bathroom for the kit, he caught a glance of his own face. His cheeks were dark crimson and hot to the touch. Whenever Richie snuck into his room in the middle of the night his stomach would stir with delight. Of course Eddie knew he had feelings for Richie, but their relationship was better this way. For both of them.

     As Eddie clutched onto the First Aid kit he made sure to listen for Sonia's deep snoring, just to make sure she was still out cold. Sonia took sleeping pills anyway so the chances of her being awake were slim to none.

     He had mastered the art of sneaking around the house without his mother knowing. He knew how to move his feet in a way that made him feel invisible, he had memorized all the creaky floorboards and had told Richie the best way to sneak in after planning it out in his head for weeks.

     Eddie scampered back to his room, peering his head into his mother's just to be sure. As soon as he returned to Richie, who was still dripping wet but at least in dry clothes, he shut the door carefully and let out a sigh, coming down from the adrenaline rush. 

     Richie sat on Eddie's carpet and looked at him expectantly.

     "So how exactly did you end up in a fight this bad?" Eddie prepared the wound wash and dabbed a cotton ball into the mixture of peroxide and alcohol.